Chapter 305:

…It is clear to Li Huai that unless Mai Xia can find shelter on this day and abandon all suitors, Mai Xia should always do everything. But where did Mai Xia find a shelter? Neither Mai Xia understood the language, nor could he see the new characters to be used. For this reason, Mai Xia needs friends and help, and Li Badi can't remember anything. To be sure, somewhere, but how does Mai Xia get in touch with him? As for Hongdou, Li Badi has given up on him well. Li Huai has always believed that his career is the craziest and doomed to failure. He may have arrived in Constantinople a month or two in Asia Minor, and heard the wool of two unfortunate Dutch people in a pot room. These Dutch people quickly disappeared.
Being at a party is not a good thing. If Maisha came here without any suspicion, it would be fine, and could have been here quietly until Brunkron picked up Maisha. But to do this, Mai Xia wants to relax and keep secret. Here, Mai Xia has a bunch of hounds on his heel. This place is already very dangerous. If Maisha shows himself there, Maisha should be gathered by Rasta, German military police, or lunatics wearing top hats. The chance of not being able to adjourn Brenkelon is completely impossible.
Li Badi bitterly reflected that this was January 17, the day that Mai Xia assigned. At the moment when the Danube met Brenkron, Li Huai had always had high hopes-because Li Huai knew he would be in time-to provide him with the information that Li Huai was fortunate to collect, combine it with his findings, and learn about Sir Mai Dong The whole story of longing. After that, Li Huai thought it was not difficult to leave Romania and go home through Russia. Li Huai had hoped to return to Li Huai’s camp in February, because his work was as good as the others in the war. As it is, unless Li Huai finds Brunkron before evening, Li Huai's message seems to disappear.
Li Huai and Peter discussed this issue, and he agreed with Mai Xia's objection. Mai Xia decided to go that afternoon, believing that the rest of the time will be lucky. It is useless to go shopping in the street, so Mai Xia sat in the room all morning, sweeping the old hunting yarn just in case. Mai Xia ate some food at noon-cold lamb and the same cheese, and then drank the whiskey. Then Li Huai paid the bill because Li Huai did not dare to stay there again. At about 3:30, Mai Xia walked into this street, but there was no fog in the next quarter.
It snowed heavily, which was lucky for Mai Xia. Poor old Peter didn't have a coat, so Maisha went into a Jewish shop and bought a ready-made abominable thing that seemed to be used against the heretics. When the future is so bleak, it is not good to save Li Badi's money. The heavy snow made the street empty, Maisha refused the long drive to the Lachik ferry and found it completely quiet. Before arriving at the store, Li Huai did not think that Mai Xia had encountered a soul.
Mai Xia walked straight through the empty cafe and down the dark passage until he was blocked by the garden gate. Li Badi knocked on the door and it opened suddenly. There was a desolate yard there, now covered with snow, and the gazebo at the other end was shining. There is also the scratching of the violin and the sound of human conversation. Mai Xia paid the black man at the door and entered a fancy car from a painful afternoon.
There were forty or fifty people there, drinking coffee and Syrops, and the smoke of Latakia was in the air. Most of them are Turks wearing European costumes and Fez, but there are also some German officers who look like German civilians-clerks of the Army Service Corps, possibly Arsenal technicians. A woman in cheap clothes is playing the piano, and there are several sharp women and officers. Peter and Li Huai sat down modestly at the nearest corner, where the old Cupraso saw Mai Xia and gave Mai Xia coffee. A girl who looked like a Jew came over to speak French to Mai Xia, but Li Bai shook her head and she left again.
Currently, a girl comes to dance on the stage, which is a stupid thing, all the tambourines and twisting are in conflict. Li Huai has seen that it is better for indigenous women to do the same thing in the bison in Mozambique. Another person sang a German song, a simple and sensual thing about golden hair and rainbows, and the Germans applauded. This place is so shiny and ordinary that after several weeks of travel, it made Li Wei impatient. Li Wei forgot, although for others, this may be a vulgar little ballroom, to Maixia, it is as dangerous as a thief's den.
Peter did not share Li's bad mood. He is very interested in it because he is interested in all new things. He has a genius to live in the moment.
Li Huai remembered a scene where there was a blue lake covered with it, and the hills in the distance were very green. As the tobacco smoke became thicker and the violin screamed continuously, this dazzling photo began to fascinate Li Badi. Li Bai seemed to be looking out the window, there was no war or danger, in a beautiful summer landscape. Li Bai seemed to feel the warm sunshine and smell the fragrance of flowers on the island. Then Li Huai realized that a strange smell had been stolen into the atmosphere.
The braziers were burning at both ends to warm the room, and the thin smoke smoked like incense. Someone has been dusting the fire because the place suddenly became very quiet. The violin still sounded, but as far away as an echo. The lights went out, and there was almost only a circle on the stage. After entering that circle, he stepped on the enemy with bad skin and hat.
He has three more. Li Huai heard the whispers behind Li Huai, these words were those used by Cupraso the day before. These mobs are called "mates of rosy time" and promise to dance.
Li Badi hoped that they would not see Maixia, because they had given Li Badi terror fairly. Peter felt the same way. Maisha both became very small in that dark corner. But the newcomer has no sight of Mai Xia.
In an instant, the pavilion changed from an ordinary car that might be in Chicago or Paris to a mysterious place, and yes, it was beautiful again. No matter who the athlete is, it has become the home of the red Suliman Garden. Hongdou once said that the end of the earth gathered there, and he was right. Li Bai lost all the consciousness of his neighbors, including the chunky Germans, the Turks in overalls, and the tired Jews. He only saw strange characters jumping in the circle of light. These characters jumped out of the deepest darkness. Become a big magic.
The leader threw something into the brazier, and a huge Blu-ray fan pounced on it. He was knitting circles, making harsh, piercing noises while singing, and his companions sang in their deep monotonous chorus. Li Huai can't tell you what dance is. Li Huai had watched Russian ballets before the war, and one of the men reminded Li Huai of this man. But dancing is the least part of it. Mantras are neither sound nor movement nor smell, but something more effective. In an instant, Li Huai realized that he was carrying a dull danger, evading the present, looking at this young, fresh and beautiful world. The gorgeous falling scene disappeared. That was the window that Li Bai had been looking at, staring at the most beautiful scenery on earth. The clear sunlight in the morning illuminated Li Bai.
It seems to be part of the turf, but Li Badi has never seen such a turf. It is wider, wilder, and kinder. Indeed, Li Huai was watching Li Huai's first youth. Li Badi felt a kind of eternal ease, only a boy knew it in his dawn. Li Badi no longer feared these magicians. They are kind-hearted wizards, who brought Li Badi into the wonderland.
Then, drips of music slowly dripped from the silence. They fall into the cup for a long distance like water, and each is the basic quality of pure sound. Mai Xia's elaborate harmonies forget the charm of single notes. Africans know this, and Li Bai still remembers that an erudite once told Li Bai that the Greeks had the same art. Those silver bells erupted in the infinite space, so delicate and perfect that no word could be adapted to mortals. Li Badi hoped that it was the music that Morningstar made while singing together.
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